Monday, March 20, 2006

My sweet son loves da dinosaur chicken nuggets. Sunday afternoon he ate 4 for lunch...it's the only meat I can convince him to swallow. Anyway, I put him down for his nap. An hour into it I heard him crying and ignored it. An hour later he cries again and I figure he's slept long enough. I walk in and smell it...chicken dino barf. He's swimming in it and had slept in it (stupid mom, stupid! Of course that first cry was about barf!) so it's in his hair.Into the tub he goes to contain the spew. At this point I'm cursing the nuggets and the bagel he'd eaten at church. I pull out all the bath towels and instruct J to start me on the pile of pajamas. Every hour or so a towel and a pair of PJ's bite the dust. I'm in mommy mode...steel-eyed and resigned to a loss of sleep.He falls into an dehydrated twilight sleep as I lay him in the Pack & Play (for better containment) I go to bed listening for the sound of urp. C cries at 3 am and I sit in the rocking chair as he eats 1/2 a graham cracker and guzzles a bottle of ginger/orange juice."Momee, " he whispers."What baby," I ask in my half stupor."I want coffee," he pleads quietly."What?""Coffee in bottle," he begs."No son, you need sleep, " I respond and lay my caffeine addict back in his crib. Did I mention he won't turn 2 until Saturday? This is what I get for drinking coffee while he was in utero...oh yeah, and spiking his bottle with and 1/8 cup of Starbucks House Blend.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

I finally made the jump...I dismantled C's crib and stuck his mattress in the closet. Confused? We have a walk-in closet in the kid's bedroom that doubles as R's bedroom. She chose it when we moved I'm assuming because it felt safer than the large room. There's just enough room on the floor of the closet to put his mattress on the floor next to her toddler bed.The first night C laid down without a peep...I heard him bump into the wall trying to get comfortable, but not crying. Then came 6am. He starts crying like he'd woken up from a bad dream, so I wait it out to see if R can get him back to sleep. Next thing I know R is yelling for me and says, "C's stuck under my bed!" Horrific images jump to my mind BECAUSE there's an egg crate taking up nearly all the space under her bed (monster repellent). My dear son had found the only bit of space left and wedge himself in there under the guise of extreme safety. I looked in the closet to see two pajamaed feet kicking ( a la Wicked Witch of the East) frantically.

On another thought track altogether I found an analogy that works for me regarding the question, "How do all the great and terrible events in life work in God's plan." I compare God's ability to know to the President of the U.S. By far, the toughest job out there. The Prez has to make all kinds of decisions based on factors that we can't be privy to. So we question is ability to make good choices and bash him and basically cut the man down no matter what political party he's a part of. God's privy to all the world's stage and know's each crazy war and sick child. But we still question and bash Him as well. Think about it.